Behind The Hedge Brings The Edge!

What could it be? Could it be a tree? What's behind the hedge? Maybe a ledge. You could fall off. That may make you scoff. But what's really back there? Don't you have to know at your lair?

What is it?
What will happen?
Holy shit!
You start flappin.

Or another.
Or a new word.
Maybe your mother,
All is absurd.

You didn't see.
You didn't guess.
How can that be.
Look at that dress.

It's so shiny.
It's so new.
Wow, it went tiny.
Can that be true?

You wait and watch.
Or watch and wait.
Grab that scotch.
Await the fate.

You finally see.
You finally gasp.
It came to be.
You loosen your grasp.

But you're still sitting.
Maybe even lying.
Maybe the gym you're hitting,
And a TV you're spying.

Poses galore.
Poses and more.
Poses of lore?
Whoops, no encore.

In the middle.
Leaned on back.
Lying with a fiddle,
Gutter gets no flack.

But what aren't you?
Not on the edge.
No matter the view,
That's behind the hedge.

Is the cat wrong? Do you sit on the edge of your seat like a ding dong? You actually sit up from the couch or recliner and watch the TV like a hobo eyes food at a diner? Do you really go to the edge? Is that an honest pledge? That would make humans move in mass. They seem far too lazy for that to my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.